"Oh yeah, yeah, Karen baby, come on, let me try it," Rick begged.

"My hand is getting a little tired," Karen admitted, wiping her forehead with the back of one hand. Sighing, she handed her whip over to the tail blond weightlifter.

"Yeah, beg for it, baby, go on, beg for it," Rick muttered, fingering the whip with one hand while staring wild-eyed at her.

"He means that we've found some of the girls actually enjoy this sort of thing you're one, I think, that will," Karen said, folding her arms in front of her and sneering at Camey.

The blonde shook her head from side to side. Never, never could she enjoy something like this. It was a disgrace, it was a painful humiliation she couldn't imagine enjoying. They were all sick, perverted!

"Beg!" Rick repeated, holding the whip high over his head. His muscles tensed, rippled under the smooth tanned flesh.

"No, no!" Camey spat back defiantly.

The crop sliced over her jiggling tits, then more accurately over her stiff nipples. Camey threw her arms over her jugs protectively, shrieking obscenities back at her tormentors, telling them exactly what she thought they were.

Rick was infuriated. Reaching out, he spun the girl round, then standing back and watching her body twirl around as the rope unwound. Then he brought the whip down again and again.

Camey thought she was going to lose consciousness. She felt the blood pounding in her head. She no longer felt the incredible hot sting of the individual blows. The girl was growing used to the pain, feeling only the pressure of the leather as it criss-crossed her body with whip stripes.

"Stop," Karen ordered, putting out one hand. "Let her hang for a while."